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Roth

Warmth raced through my veins,the strength returning at an alarming pace. My heart began to beat steadily once more, no longer the halting beat of just a few moments ago. But the best thing was the heat that enveloped me. Something that made me feel as if I were human again and had a real future, not one where the incubus ruled my life.

I opened my eyes to find Lilah on top of me in the tub, her lips plump and warm on my mouth, and her legs straddling me. Even though the water was warm, her core was warmer, teasing my cock as it jumped to attention between her thighs.

She must have felt it, because she pulled back and began searching my face with her hands, looking for the cuts and bites that were slowly healing right before her eyes. Her kiss, her heat—it was like a nuclear reactor of sexual energy. I had never felt something as powerful as her. Want her! the incubus demanded, rattling its cage and demanding a feast of flesh.

The concern drained from her lovely face, relief taking its place as she inspected the smooth skin weaving together over the bloodied mess I’d been.

“Thank the gods.” She threw her arms around me, giving me another kiss on the mouth. I took it and wrapped one hand in her hair, deepening the kiss until I felt more alive than I ever had, the wounds of a few minutes ago only a distant memory. Lilah put a hand to my chest and pushed back, examining me once more. She was breathless from the kiss, her lips an even deeper pink. I wanted to taste them again and again, never getting enough.

“So a kiss can do all that?”

“No. This is new. It’s you. Something about you.” I spread my palm against her back, goosebumps rising beneath my fingertips.

She threw a self-conscious arm across her pert breasts. But I knew she was aroused, could feel her slick heat through the water. And gods, how I wanted her. I could barely control the desire to thrust into her. I ran my hands down her hourglass curves and rested them on her hips, imagining pushing her luscious ass down onto my shaft. The very thought almost sent me over the edge. Lilah sighed, seemingly despite herself, and moved against me ever so gently. Her blue eyes seared into mine, ice meeting fire, as if she could see my very soul.

Now!

No. I wasn’t going to take her in a bloody bathtub. I lifted her effortlessly and set her on the rug. She began to reach for a towel, but I was out and next to her in a split second. I ran my hands down her arms, feeling her smooth skin and wanting to feel more.

“I-I should go.” She made no move to leave. Instead, she devoured my body with her gaze, lingering on my manhood in such a way that set my entire being on fire. When her lips parted slightly, that was all the invitation I needed. I kissed her hard, her taut nipples crushing into my chest, and the scent of her arousal heavy on the air. She reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck, pulling them close. She needs me too.

I lifted her into the shower, quickly turning the knobs so I could get my hands back where they belonged—on her. Pushing her up against the wall, I covered her with my body, wanting every inch of contact. She twined her fingers through my hair, her movements causing a delicious friction between our slick bodies as she pulled me down to her lips. Every muscle in my body hummed with need, tense with desire.

Her tongue was surprisingly nimble, pleasuring and teasing me until I was steadily rocking against her, my shaft so hard it almost hurt. I lowered a hand toward her beckoning breasts, brushing a stiff peak with my thumb. She arched into me and let out a sultry moan. I had never heard a more beautiful sound. Her eyes closed. With the water rushing over her fair skin and dark hair, she could have been one of Poseidon’s wet dreams. Instead, she was mine.

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